#452

(image by Burçin Esin)

Eu grito com o silêncio,
ele me ignora.

Deitamos juntos no sofá,
estou cansada.

Ele se coloca sobre mim
como um cobertor.

- na primavera me sufoca,
no inverno esconde o meu desamparo.

Isso é o mais perto do amor
que tenho estado.


I yell at silence,
it ignores me.

We lay together on the sofa,
I'm exhausted,

it covers me like a blanket

- in the spring it's suffocating,
in the winter it hides my hopelessness.

It's the closest of love I've been to these days.

(Posted to Thursday Think Thank at Poets United)

#451

(image by Dimitar Misev)

Quase palavras

as coisas que os seus olhos

disseram aos meus.

Elas poderiam

ter nos feito em pedaços

ou ter nos unido pra sempre.

Foi por pouco.

Nearly words

the things your eyes said

to mine.

They could have

broken us into small pieces

or brought us together for good.

It was close.

(posted to Sunday Scribblings and Poets United)

#450

(Image by Erik Marcinkowski)

Os dias inacabados amontoam-se
na minha janela

os dias em que abracei o silêncio

até que passassem por mim

até que eu passasse por eles

de olhos fechados

tateando paredes

no escuro.

Unfinished days drift at my window

days when I embraced silence

until they had gone past me

until I had gone past them

with my eyes closed

groping for walls

in the dark.

(posted to Big Tent Poetry)

#448

(image by RONE)

O rosto de alguma mulher

num muro

chorando as lágrimas

de todas as mulheres.

Quão aleatórios

e esquecíveis

são os seres humanos?

- a pergunta em seus olhos

que eu não posso responder.

some woman's face

on a wall

crying all women's tears

how random

and forgetable

are human beings?

a question

in her eyes

I cannot answer.

(Posted to We Write Poems and Poets United)

The naked pilgrim

I walk around the house

in silence

and yawns

a song in my mind

I'll hum all the way to work

before the morning reaches your eyes.

(if I don't write about future possible, it won't ever be there, will it?)

Losing sleep

Last night

I lost sleep

and the dream

which connected me

to you.

On detachment

Because I don't own

anyone

I sit here

and watch people

go.

The choice not made

When you're sure

to have said the wrong thing

I bet

you would have enjoyed

silence.

The road no one can walk for you

He will

hold my hand

but

will not fight

the monsters under my bed.

#447

(image by Jysla Kay)

Compro revistas velhas

e faço delas estrelas

para o meu teto,

dou-lhes nomes simpáticos.

Eu escrevi palavras

que não irão muito longe.

Mas a pequena porção de céu

que eu tenho no meu quarto

pendurada em seu silêncio

observa curiosa o meu

tecer de sonhos

Eu teço sonhos

e dou de presente às estrelas.

I buy old magazines

and cut them into stars

I stick them to the ceiling

and call them friends.

Words I have written

that won't do much.

But the tiny portion of sky

in my bedroom

it hangs there in silence

and watches as I

weave dreams

I weave dreams

and give them to stars.

Posted to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry

Comfort

I'll lie in his arms,

and

my feet

will never again

need ground.

Things one should know about me

I'll miss

rain puddles in the summer

and the sunlight in the winter

so,

don't bother about me.

#446

(image by Rona Keller)

Quando você partir

o vento vai movimentar

o vazio

ele descansará

sobre os móveis

como poeira

O silêncio

ocupará

todos os espaços

Meu coração

partido em mil pedaços

não poderá ser colado

com condolências.

When you're gone

the wind will carry

the emptiness

it will settle

over the furniture

like dust

Your absence

will

occupy the spaces

My heart

broken into thousand small pieces

which won't glue back together

with condolences.

In response to Closing the deal

Unlikeliness

Sometimes
I feel
the heart of life
is not
my heart.

I don't care

I don't care.

Let things be said
Let words bring castles down
- not me.

#445

(image by hidanthedark)

Faço pedidos
a estrelas que não vão cair.

Seu nome nos meus lábios,
gravado no meu coração,
escrito na minha pele
com caneta esferográfica
debaixo desse mesmo céu,
dessa mesma lua.

Me pergunto se

vamos caber nos sonhos um do outro

algum dia.

---

I wish upon stars
that won't fall.

Your name on my lips
engraved on my heart
penned on my skin
under this very sky
this very moon

wondering if

we'll ever fit

each other's dreams.

Posted to One Stop Poetry and Thursday Think Tank at Poets United